When I was a kid, (back when I was happy) whenever I got an A on a quiz or exam, I felt like that I could be anything: an astronaut, a moviestar, maybe the President. But little kid fantasies only last until you're tall enough to wash the dishes. And then what happens?
Age.
Do we become more realistic or pessimistic as we get older? Does the weight of responsibilities weigh on our shoulders the way a bad grade can ruin a Friday?
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